A bit of sadness crept in today as I was reminiscing over this past year. I'm not in the mood to write about covid's injustice or to write some poetic verbage on the scores of lives lost or forever changed and the oh so many, too many ways to count that it SUCKS!
My thoughts were selfish and small compared to the bigger picture of the world. But, in my world, the little things are HUGE! I live for the small, ordinaries of life. They keep me humble, they keep me grounded, they keep me sane. A deep sense of gratitude embodies the day to day that had been, to some degree taken for granted pre-pandemic.
Cakes and cookies, cookies and cakes!
I am the family baker. I wear my toque proudly. I must insert here, I have never owned nor have I ever worn a toque (baker's hat). I don't even own an apron. It's safe to say between crafting and baking, my "style" of clothing is the stained look.
My families body count of sisters, their families and their families family, we are at fifty plus!
Holidays, birthdays, weddings, baby showers, graduations, anything to celebrate, I've baked for them all.
Truly, the way to anyone's heart is their stomach. It gives me such joy to know my baking has held an important role in the lives of those I love.
But, as I sat, lost in memory, in that moment, the taste was not so sweet.
It's so hard to lose such an important part of the way you love and serve your people, eh? I can't wait for *waves at all of this* to be over. xo
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